Just a regular thirty-something-year-old trying to capture the essence of life in writing. Join me as I journey through the ups, the downs and the adventures in between.

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Cricket. Cricket. Yes, I know. There has been some silence from loveandolives, but for good reason, I promise! I am in the process of revamping the website, so please stay tuned for a new layout and, of course, new content. Can’t wait to update you all on what has been going on in my life within the past few months. Looking forward to connecting with you again soon! Xoxo, Olivia. Advertisements

Today, Love and Olives has reached one thousand followers. One thousand – and, my, you’re a beautiful and talented bunch. When I hit “publish” on my first post two years ago, I never expected my everyday stories about life and love to resonate with so many of you. And, yet, you’ve stuck around – through the ups, through the downs, and through everything in between. For you, I say thank you. Thank you for stumbling upon my page and reading. Thank you for your beautiful comments and kind words. In my “About” section I asked you to grab a beverage and stay a while. Now that you’re here, grab another and stay a bit longer. xoxo,

The air was crisp. A bundle of maple leaves swirled in a funnel of color, lifting and dancing beneath the breath of an October breeze. And there it was: chameleonic changes of color; warm apple pie rising behind the glass of a heated oven; a sudden chill we aren’t ready for. Fall. It was eleven o’clock on a Saturday morning and I was scouring the closets for my favorite scarves, boots and sweaters. Ah ha. There they were, buried under a layer of miscellaneous boxes, a few quilts and colorful throw pillows. Do you the best part about the cooler weather? It’s packing on layers to conceal the pounds that have packed on as a result of sweet summer and her hotdogs…

Life is crazy sometimes, isn’t it? Have you ever thought about the past? Like, where you were then compared to where you are now? We rested our feet atop a steel frame bridge overlooking a steady stream, its caged undernet catching figments of leaves and twigs as familiar waters passed through with great intention. Have you ever visited a place of your past where the surroundings appear the same, yet everything is somehow completely different? We leaped over mud-covered rocks to get here – here to the backyard of my childhood home. This place sat at the bottom of our old driveway, surrounded by woods, a solitary bridge overlooking a slow-flowing river. I wouldn’t even call it a “park,” for it lacks the…